[Intro] [Soft R&B chords, building upbeat dance groove] [Verse 1] [Sassy, rhythmic delivery] I seen the Kias and the Cherys on the high street, G-Wagon posing, but they’re looking kinda time-beat. The fancy Frenchies and them Russian little clangers, I walked into the showroom, looking for a banger. And then my heart dropped. Swear down, it stopped. Out of all the shiny metal, you was at the top. [Pre-Chorus] [Building energy, melodic] Standing like a beacon in the neon light, My beautiful Yota, yeah, you’re looking right. Maxed out the Monzo, put the finance in the red, But we cruising through the city and I’m messing with their heads. Yeah... [Chorus] [Dance-pop beat drop, bouncy bassline, euphoric vocals] Gliding down the A-road, leaving them behind, Overtaking every whip, yeah, we blowing up their mind. My Yota’s like a spaceship, flying out the scene, Tell me, is she really mine? Tell me, is it just a dream? Hands upon the leather, baddest on the street, Pinch me, am I dreaming while I’m moving to the beat? [Verse 2] [Confident, groovy R&B flow] Foot down on the pedal, yeah, the drama fades away, Got the engine purring, it’s a better kinda day. Moving past my problems, yeah, I’m sitting like a queen, Comfier than any little sofa that I’ve seen. I don't need no therapist, I don't need no man, Just a full tank and a solid little plan. [Pre-Chorus] [Building up] ‘Cause you were standing like a beacon in the neon light, My beautiful Yota, yeah, you’re looking right. Maxed out the Monzo, put the finance in the red, But we cruising through the ends and I’m messing with their heads. [Chorus] [High energy, infectious dance rhythm] Gliding down the A-road, leaving them behind, Overtaking every whip, yeah, we blowing up their mind. My Yota’s like a spaceship, flying out the scene, Tell me, is she really mine? Tell me, is it just a dream? Hands upon the leather, baddest on the street, Pinch me, am I dreaming while I’m moving to the beat? [Bridge] [Stripped down, atmospheric synths, finger snaps, soulful vocal] They say I'm moving crazy, putting it on tick But when I hear the motor, it does the magic trick. Faster than my thoughts go, singing through the pain, Me and my Toyota dancing in the London rain. [Build up] Let's go! [Chorus] [Maximum energy, euphoric dance-pop explosion] Gliding down the A-road, leaving them behind, Overtaking every whip, yeah, we blowing up their mind. My Yota’s like a spaceship, flying out the scene, Tell me, is she really mine? Tell me, is it just a dream? [Outro] [Fading dance beat, smooth R&B ad-libs] Yeah, she’s mine. Just me and my Yota. Cruising. Am I dreaming? Nah. Catch me if you can. [Fade out and End]
